[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/phRMdNl.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/fBMc191.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ckfRMBc.png[/img][/center] [right][sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ares Colosseum [color=F4F0EC][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24]JoJo[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow], [color=6ecff6]Dal[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=9e0b0f]Dana[/color] [@Plank Sinatra], [color=4682b4]Kelsey[/color] [@NeoAC][/sub] [sub][color=F4F0EC][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [color=cadetblue]Beks[/color] [@Krayzikk], [color=8493ca]Azura[/color] [@SamaraJayne96], [color=9b948d]Emma[/color] [@Rockette], [color=6c697e]Damian[/color] [@Altered Tundra], [color=b83d55]Dustyn[/color] [@MissCapnCrunch][/sub] [/right] [sub]☠ [color=e03c31]Marcella Aveline Bonaparte[/color] ☠ [color=e03c31]20, Fifth Year[/color][/sub] [sub]Ψ [color=20b2aa]Rhea Franky Psomas[/color] Ψ [color=20b2aa]19, Fourth Year[/color][/sub] [hr] Rhea glanced over to Marcy, who was reaching into the backseat of Dal’s car grabbing something. The Daughter of Hades had threatened Rhea with immediate reprucssions from Dana if she didn’t dress up tonight. As such she found herself in a far too elegant golden dress with golden heels to match. The top tying almost into a ribbon. It was certainly a step in a different direction compared to the ratty jackets Rhea had made a name for herself in. Marcy was wearing a more simple outfit, though still fairly elegant. Her dress shot straight down from her shoulders leaving not a lot to the imagination, it trailed down to her ankles where she was wearing some flats. She claimed the only reason she made Rhea wear heels was because she knew that no matter what she’d put on the girl’s feet they’d end up hardly being worn. They were instructed to drive the car over to the baech while Dal, Jonas and Dana took the truck. Her gaze left Marcy’s frantic search over to the path ahead. [color=00a99d]“You know I always have this weird fear that when we go away for the summer everyone is going to come back different,”[/color] Rhea started. [color=00a99d]“I have this strange sensation that people are just going to stop talking, or hanging out.”[/color] Marcy rocketed from her head in the backseat to out the passenger’s side window, a key stabbing into a can of beer as she lifted her quarry to her mouth with those crazy Bonaparte eyes. After finishing her shotgun in record time, she wiped her chin off and returned to her relaxed position in the car kicking her feet up onto the dash. [color=e03c31]“Aw, babe. We love a wistful bitch.”[/color] Marcy chided, her eyes jokingly pushing Rhea to swing back. [color=00a99d]“You still shotgun like a Freshman.”[/color] Rhea relented, the two girls laughing as they finally approached Dal and the others. [color=6ecff6]"Hey, [i]Jaime Lannister![/i] You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"[/color] It seemed They were getting there in about the middle of the pack. Not everyone was already there, but a fair amount were. [color=e03c31]“What in the god’s names would have you think that we're stupid enough to fuck with perfection?”[/color] Marcy said leaning in closer to Rhea before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. French people. Dal didn’t waste much time in approaching the girls, as did Dana. [color=6ecff6]"You two are on security tonight. Dana, you do what you always do if shit starts. Otherwise, you just mingle with your shopping buddies. Rhea, you remember what we talked about? You hang by the lake. Anyone we like falls in, you spit 'em back out."[/color] [color=00a99d]"What if we don't like them?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"[i]Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"[/i][/color] Marcella laughed from the passenger's seat. Rhea shot her a look, fucking French man. She was part Canadian she had no real excuse for refusing to learn the language besides spiting Marcy in a fun way. [color=6ecff6]"Rhea, what strategies did we devise for saving people we don't like?"[/color] [color=00a99d]"Nothing."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Then, by implication, you know what to do if someone we don't like is drowning. Don't sweat the small shit, alright? It's a new year."[/color] [color=e03c31]“He’s got you there.”[/color] Marcy said, leaning back in towards Rhea as Dal grabbed the keg and began to haul it back over to Jonas’ truck. Her eyes lingering on his magnificent ass. [color=00a99d]“That man is a hurricane.”[/color] [color=e03c31]“Yeah...”[/color] She said, giving Rhea’s shoulder a confident clap before exiting the car. Rhea voice shot out in a whispered hiss. [color=00a99d]”Hurricanes are bad, Marcy.”[/color] Marcy examined the trees in the area before happily clapping when her eyes found one about as dead as any of them got around this area. She skipped over rubbing her hands before placing them on its fallen trunk as it seemed to almost stitch itself an entrance to some horrible place. Screams echoed through distant yet present and in a matter of seconds a smallish three headed Dobermann-esque dog sauntered out, one of the heads rubbing on Marcella’s leg. [color=e03c31]“Hey, boy. Aren’t you getting big?”[/color] She said in an excited somewhat childlike voice that was pretty abnormal for her. [color=e03c31]“Go watch Rhea, listen to her [i]really[/i] well!”[/color] Marcy said, and just like that the Dobermann took off just stopping short of Rhea whose head was still leaning out the driver’s side window staring in disbelief at Marcy. [color=00a99d]“Two things really quick.”[/color] Rhea said, leaning out even further. [color=00a99d]“What’s his name?”[/color] She asked. [color=e03c31]“Creboros.”[/color] Marcy called back. [color=00a99d][i]Flesh-devouring…[/i][/color] [color=00a99d]“Sick, sick.”[/color] Rhea said, leaning back into the car a bit further. [color=00a99d]“Second, the fuck was that voice Marcella Bonaparte.”[/color] [color=e03c31]“Shut up Franky.”[/color] Marcy called back waving her off. Rhea smiled and exited the car, leaving it where the grass met sand on the shore. Together with the flesh dog she marched closer to the shore, to keep her ever-watchful eyes on the idiots who thought they turned into Michael Phelps after a pbr. [color=00a99d]“We love a motherly bitch.”[/color] She whispered just above the volume of the music. Marcy walked up to Dana, Dal, Kelsey, Damien and the others who were left with the kegs. While Rhea crossed their path to go and stand near Jonas for a while. [color=e03c31]“Rhea’s getting too comfortable here.”[/color] She joked, watching as her dog ran after the girl excitedly. She turned to face the rest of ‘em who’d already started to set up on the beach. [color=00a99d]"You and Bekah better [i]actually[/i] have fun tonight."[/color] Rhea said, sending a soft elbow in Jonas' well built defenses. [color=00a99d]"It's about time you guys relax."[/color] Dal was getting ready to throw Damian into the lake, at this point he’d do it just for Rhea to have some fun. Kelsey was already set up and she was prodding Dal to move quicker, no doubt a lesson in disappointment. Seemed like Damian, Emma, Azura and Dustyn were also already there. Marcy let out a small yawn and stretch before reaching a hand into the Earth and waiting. About two minutes later she managed to pull two red gems from the dirt. She went ahead and tied them in front of the truck’s lights as Jonas got the music playing. The shore was awash in a red glow, the alcohol was here. Finally. [color=e03c31]“Glad to see no one’s changed.”[/color] Marcy laughed a little propping herself on Dana’s shoulder. Turning towards Marston, [color=e03c31]"whenever we're ready for pong I've got Rhea's desk in the backseat."[/color] Marcy glanced out towards Rhea who smiled shooting her middle finger up. Marcy blew her a kiss.